EXPERTS

One morning Leon came to kindergarten really distraught. Usually he had a little stuffed dog with him that he called Wuffel, but on that day he started to cry immediately when I asked him where he'd left him. “I lost him yesterday at the playground. My mum and I went looking for him, but he was just gone”.
Kathrin, my colleague, tried to comfort him and handed him a teddy bear, but Leon threw him on the floor and went on sulking. Then she started with “maybe Wuffel's gone on a trip?” Leon looked at her in disbelief. - “Yes, I think that he felt like seeing something else for a while and so he went on a trip to Italy!” And she began to tell him about everything that Wuffel was going to see and experience there. Leon listened to her attentively.
In the following days, I watched again and again how Leon and Kathrin were talking about Wuffel. In these conversations, Wuffel went through exciting adventures in Italy and Spain, he was doing well, and Leon couldn't get enough of the stories. One morning Kathrin brought out a postcard that had a picture of southern Spain on the front. Leon read out the scrawly written text: “dear Leon, I am travelling and have seen and experienced a lot of things. I'm doing very well, but I have to think of you lot and I miss you. Kindest regards, your Wuffel.” Leon beamed.
Marianne, nursery nurse

I like to remember my childhood, because I have a really nice memories.  We were living together with grandparents in same house, so whenever it was possible I was sneaking to grandmother , who was always doing something interesting .

The nicest moment  were in the winter, when she made fire in stove , and was shucking the beans or was sitting at old sewing machine sewing something. In those moments she had time for storytelling.  We, children climbed on stove and liked to listen to her because sometimes she invented part of story. We knew that, but we did not interrupt her, but we were asking her again and again let she tell us a story »about fat boy, who ate all.«; or...

I still remember some stories, what left is my love for storytelling »with mouth« as once one child from my group has said.

Nataša Majhen